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VIGILANCE: Blood & Justice - A Superhuman Roleplay (Always Open)

And I posted. I'm leaving some room in in case @Lord Wraith or @SgtEasy want to step inside as well.

VIGILANCE: Blood & Justice - A Superhuman Roleplay (Always Open)

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Priya Khurana

_{City Streets, The Spires, Lilith | 7:20 PM}

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The drive to The Spires was almost uneventful, but people had a habit of driving like mad men whenever it was raining. Why was that? On an otherwise clear day, people drive normally, but water gets on the road and people panic. Priya thought about that as she listened to the music on the radio. Some catchy tune was playing. She didn't like it, but it got stuck in her head and she ended up singing along.

Finally, she got into The Spires. The feel of the place was...off. There was no one walking around. Even on a rainy day, there would still be people on the streets, walking home, going shopping, dining out. She drove casually, keeping an eye out for anyone or anything. Something didn't feel right. Her detective instincts were on high alert.

As she turned the corner, she saw two uniformed officers underneath an awning. She didn't recognize them, but there were a lot of officers in different sections and precincts. She pulled up to the side and got out. She could feel their eyes on her. Some cops didn't like others milling around on their turf, so it was to be expected. But she could feel the unease and the distrust.

"Evening gentlemen. Detective Priya Khurana. Got word of some trouble coming out of this area. Anything of note?" The two officers sized her up. She could see one of them grin a bit. Obviously, he didn't think she looked like a detective. Made things easier in her line of work, usually. "Fraid not, lady. Been a quiet night," one of the officers spoke. Priya stood firm, "That seems unusual in and of itself, don't you think? There's usually something going on. Drunken patrons at the bar, domestic disturbance, hell even a jaywalker. But nothing out of the ordinary?" The two officers stood at attention now. They did their best to look formidable. Their posture spoke as if to say "You're asking a lot of questions" and that made her even more on alert. "Nothing, Detective," though when he said detective, she detected the venom behind it, "Been real quiet. It's nice to have a quiet night, now and then, don't you think? Rest assured, we got it handled." Priya narrowed her eyes. These two were being real cheeky, but she had no proof of any wrongdoing. "All right officers. Thanks," she turned and made her way back to her car, but she stopped midway and turned back, "Oh, before I forget. We're taking up a fund for Martha's birthday gift. You remember Martha right? Dispatcher everyone loves? She's turning 60. You can donate it at headquarters." The officers nodded "Yeah, good ol' Martha. We'll come give when we're able to. Goodnight detective."

Priya made it back to her car and drove off. She turned the corner and parked her car again and made a call to Paul. "Priya, my lucky day." "No time for jokes, Paul. You were right. Something is not right over here. I need help figuring out what." Paul got quiet briefly "No kidding? I didn't think much of it. What makes you so sure?"

"Because Martha retired years ago and she was the biggest bitch I've ever met. Every officer knows that."

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Her and Paul talked back and forth. Something was going on here. Something that made people not go outside.

"What places could you check out? If it's big, they would need a big place to do their business." Priya thought about it for a bit. "The hotel? It's big, could see them defending it while they did whatever it is they are doing in there. It's gotta be big, Paul. There's no one on the streets apart from the officers. And I use that term loosely. I don't think these men are cops."

Paul's tone dropped a bit, "Be careful Priya. If what you say is true, you could be going into somewhere dangerous. Let me call you back-up." Priya spoke up instantly, "No, Paul! If you do that, we could spook them all into hiding. People could get hurt. It seems like the police are here already and adding more may cause panic. Let me see if I can handle this. If you don't hear from me in 2 hours, then call for back-up. Thanks Paul." She hung up after that. The message was there. In 2 hours, she could be dead.

She did have back-up though. Her power. She didn't understand it much, but she put the pieces together. She was a Hyperhuman. They were interesting, to say the least. Targets to some, victims to others. She had a unique gift. Whenever she was in danger, she would adapt and grow a power to help her. She remembered when she first learnd of it. Some freak was trying to drown her and she was able to breathe underwater. It scared her, at first. But she adapted to the best of her ability. The power didn't stay, but she learned it happened whenever danger was around. No one knew of her power, except for her. She didn't want her job in jeapordy.

So at least she had that in her pocket. She drove quickly towards the hotel. Every instinct told her that's where she needed to be. She just wondered what she would find when she got there.

VIGILANCE: Blood & Justice - A Superhuman Roleplay (Always Open)

@SgtEasy Yeah I was gonna say, there's really no posting order. You may have to wait for someone else, especially if they are interacting, but otherwise post as you see fit. Don't spam posts, though. Wraith is usually pretty good about that. Just don't spam gifs and you'll be right as rain.

VIGILANCE: Blood & Justice - A Superhuman Roleplay (Always Open)

@SgtEasy We can probably play it out IC as we'll be heading to the same place I imagine

VIGILANCE: Blood & Justice - A Superhuman Roleplay (Always Open)

@SgtEasy Priya will be in the Spires as well

🦄 After Miranda - A Firefly Rp - Season 1 (Completed)

Genevieve Dupoit

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Location: Vengeance Landing Site - Outside

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She half expected it really, but it seemed like they would be going on the Alliance vessel. She didn't picture it being a smooth ride either. The Captain had her gun on Camilla and Gene was sure she would use it given the chance. However, they had other pressing matters. Gene quickly ran inside to grab what she could to meet them on board the ship. She also made a stop at her personal shuttle to grab some of her own essentials. She had a feeling she wouldn't be seeing it anytime soon.

She made a mental note to talk to Carla when things blew over. It was good to see her, though the circumstances could be better. She also needed to talk to Quinn. And Anisa. And Camilla for that matter. This was definitely cause for a therapy session. Tensions were high. Feelings were rampant. She followed the others as they made their way on to the Alliance vessel. It wasn't her first time, but now wasn't the time to dwell on that. By all accounts, she was a member of the Vengeance and she expected to be treated as such. She wondered if they would lock them up. She half expected it. If that were the case, she'd make every argument against it. She was sure Anisa would capitalize on her threat and Camilla would suffer. They didn't want that.

Things were getting interesting, to say the least.

Crestwood Hollow

I believe the only person that needs to respond is Brynn, but I am sure you can continue on with Kit and she can post when she is able to

[♛] 𝓡equiem. // the rise of soldier.

@Insatiable@DJAtomika I tend to work weekends a lot, but if we get a collab going on Pirate Pad or something we can all respond when we are able to and get it done

🧚🏻‍♀️ The Walking Dead - Year 6 Part 1

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Tiffany Lyle

Miss Sally's Apartment

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She stepped inside to the little party going on. She waved briefly to Jack as he stepped away before she responded to Miss Sally's question, "Yes, tea would be great." Before she could say anything to her, Sana was off. Kristina was there though and she smiled at the girl, "Good morning Kristina."

Raymond walked over and kissed her. She could feel herself warm up at this gesture. Especially in front of everyone, "Good morning handsome. I'm doing well. My job is helping you get into and fit into your tuxedo today." Miss Sally walked over and handed her the frozen corsage. She nodded, "I'll keep it safe. He would probably lose it." She playfully elbowed Ray before she walked around a bit. It seemed like everything was under control, but still, "Anything else I can do to help? My dress is pretty much ready to go and we got some time before I need to make sure Ray is presentable."

VIGILANCE: Blood & Justice - A Superhuman Roleplay (Always Open)

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Priya Khurana

_{Carpenter Home, East City, Lilith | 7:00 PM}

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She knocked on the door three times. After a brief wait, she tried again. She heard shuffling inside and decided to wait. The door opened finally and an elderly man stepped out. Peter Carpenter was closing in on 80 years old. His face was wrinkled to the point where she was sure it would cave in on itself. However, despite that his eyes were fierce. They bore into her like he'd been doing it for years.

"Mr. Carpenter?" she asked. The man nodded slightly, "Yes. that's me. What do you want?" To the point she thought to herself, Fine. She took out her badge and showed it to him. "My name is Priya Khurana. I'm a detective." She could swear she saw the fire in his eyes after he glanced at her badge. "I'm not talking to any cops!" he said and made to slam the door in her face. She rushed forward and held it open, "Wait, Mr Carpenter! It's about Sarah. I have news." Although the heat in his eyes didn't die down, he opened the door again. He looked her over, probably gauging her, before he nodded, "All right, come in."

She entered the man's home and looked around. It was sparsely decorated. It had the bare essentials: some chairs, a TV, a desk. She noticed the pictures on the wall and on the desk itself. Peter stood in one, in his military uniform back when he was probably in his 20s. Then another picture of his wife Marie on their wedding day. She looked beautiful in her dress. The others were of a little girl with long, brown hair in various ages, but no more than 10 years old.

She knew who this girl was. After all, she spent the better half of last month delving into the lives of the Carpenters. The little girl was named Sarah and she was kidnapped. The man responsible was currently serving his time in prison. Sarah was never recovered, though. There was a manhunt, they questioned the man responsible, but he never disclosed where she was and if she was alive. The man was said to be smiling all through his trial.

That was over 40 years ago. Sarah was presumed dead and her family never had closure. Never did a proper funeral because they didn't have her remains. So they spent years quietly grieving their loss. His wife passed on 5 years ago.

Peter went to the kitchen table where a half-done crossword puzzle sat and a cup of coffee. He sat down but made no motion for her to do the same. She took a seat opposite him. "You have a nice home," she started. Peter just stared, "I'm not here to talk pleasantries. Say what you have to say and get out. I've heard it all before, anyway." She could detect the pain in his voice, though. She nodded, "I'm a Cold Case detective with the Crescent City police department. For the past month I've been working on your daughter's case," she paused, waiting to see if he made any inclination to say anything. He did not. "Well, I've been looking into it. Trying to find out what happened and where she is. Mr. Carpenter, I'll be brief. I know you and your wife put her to rest in your hearts and minds and I am sad to tell you she is dead. But, I am also here to tell you that we found her remains." That was when Peter finally smoldered the fire in his gaze. Instead, he looked like he might cry. His lip trembled a bit, "What did you say?" he asked. "We found her remains. After years her body has perished, but DNA tests were done to figure it out. She is in the process of being turned over to you and your family."

Peter brought a hand up to his mouth to cover the soft cries he was letting out. She stood up and walked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. He took her hand in his and wept openly now. "Thank you!" he said.

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That was why she did what she did. The closure was needed. Life needed to move on and if you had blocks that prevented it, you suffered. For years the Carpenters suffered in silence. They tried to move on with their lives, but there was always that grief. That trouble. The constant thought of trying to understand when you couldn't.

She worked hard. The case was definitely not easy. She had to go back, re-discover the crime. Talk to witnesses. Talk to the man responsible. He was still smug. She was sure he expected some type of deal to ease his sentence. She had the pleasure of going to see him after they found her body. Seeing the smugness drain out of his face was particularly satisfying. She left him to rot in his cage.

Her own ghosts haunted her still, but they pressured her to get results. And she did. She was considered one of the best. Closing cold cases was satisfying, whether it led to good news or not, closure was needed. Her own battles were still being fought. Prisha deserved closure and justice.

Her phone rang and she answered, "Hello?" The voice on the other end was Paul Cortez, a fellow detective. "Hey Priya, you are near The Spires right now, yes?" "I am, why?" Paul sighed, "We are getting some weird reports going on there. Some panicked phone calls about other police officers there. Do you mind checking things out? Shouldn't be more than that, but you are near there and we are short-handed as it is." She let out her own sigh. She really wanted a cup of coffee and to sit down for a minute. Especially to get out of this constant rain. "Fine, but you owe me Starbucks coffee for a week." Paul chucked, "Like a date?" She hung up, expecting Paul to still be chuckling.

She got into her car and made her way over to The Spires. She would check it out, report back, and hopefully be home in time to catch Grey's Anatomy with her roommate.

What could go wrong?